Chapter 351 7.5 Right of First Night

Back in the house, with the difficult "translation" of more than 20 English farm workers, old man Clint finally figured out the whole story.

All of this stems from a right owned by the French nobles.

This right is called "right of first night".

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Looking at the entire Western Continent, the seven countries of England are already rich compared to the Vikings, but in front of the "Duke of France" on the other side of the strait, they are like hyenas around a lion, not worth mentioning at all.

Although the lower-class people living in the English Islands generally do not starve to death, they will occasionally go hungry and have no food to eat when they encounter disasters.

However, in the Duchy of France, where the land is fertile and the country is strong, even if beggars rely solely on begging, they can eat as much as they want and have no worries about food and clothing.

The reason is simple---This is a piece of land blessed by the gods.

France has the most fertile soil in the entire Western Continent. It is rumored that it is the place where Gaia, the mother of the earth, descended 5,000 years ago. During the thousands of years that Mother Earth lived here, she used her powerful foreign spiritual energy to successfully transform the continent around her.

So far, even after thousands of years, no country in the Western Continent can compete with the "Principality of France" in terms of land quality alone.

The crops produced in France are extremely delicious and nutritious, and are called "King's tribute".

The same crops, whether wheat, vegetables or fruits, as long as they are produced in France, can be sold to other city-states after being shipped to the Mediterranean, and the price can be increased by at least three times.

If shipped to the Eastern Continent, the price will increase by at least 10 times.

At the same time, thanks to the precious spiritual energy remaining in the soil, the "rare species" such as dragons, Pegasus, mermaids, and unicorns that have survived from ancient times are also the most here.

Not to mention that hundreds of precious medicinal materials that have survived from ancient times can only survive in the soil of France.

Based on this precious land, it is not difficult to see that the "Principality of France" is an absolute paradise for any hardworking farmer.

In the Middle Ages, due to the scarcity of military forces and the vast wasteland around the borders, the countries of the Western Continent did not have the courage of Qin Shihuang to build a Great Wall.

Here, it is impossible for countries to effectively supervise the refugees crossing the borders.

For the same year of farming, the income of French farmers is 3-5 times that of other countries. Who would not want to come to such a "perfect" country?

For outsiders, as long as they do not commit crimes, the "Plantage Family" does not have any special control. After all, in this era, there is no need to consider the depletion of land resources or sustainable development.

Except for the Tang Dynasty in the East, there are large tracts of uncultivated land in all countries.

No country will refuse population.

However, they will not enjoy all personal freedom after entering France.

"First night right" is the price that farmers must pay if they want to use this land.

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Under the royal power of the "Plantage Family", there are 21 provinces.

All provinces implement this decree.

For the romantic French, no one would refuse a lovely virgin.

In the 21 provinces, all those who have not been granted a title, whether farmers, merchants, farmhands, or even bosses, must unconditionally implement this decree.

On the wedding night, the bride's first sexual intercourse must be "completed on her behalf" by the lord.

This is the price they need to pay for using this fertile land.

This, of course, also includes the "Cloud Province" that is far overseas and leased by the Kingdom of Mercia.

**

"That old guy named Andre Jarvan is a pervert!"

"In order to keep this job as a flower farmer, Miss Elena's virginity was given to him, but I didn't expect him to..."

Before the chestnut-haired young man finished speaking, Clint's eyes were red. He raised his palm without hesitation and gave his son-in-law a loud slap.

"What are you talking about, you bastard?"

"If my daughter wants to sleep with that old man, you should not stop her. She obviously doesn't want to! You actually want to give your bride to someone else on the wedding night?!"

"Are you a fucking human being?"

The sudden slap knocked out two of the young man's teeth, and at the same time, his right cheek swelled up immediately.

Suffering from this unprovoked attack, the young man felt a little aggrieved in a trance.

The laws made by the lord are not something that tenant farmers can change.

Moreover, as a French worker, his parents came this way.

His grandfather and grandmother also came this way.

"Remember, you two have already worshipped the Holy Lord Christ, and you are now my son-in-law."

"The son-in-law of a Viking can bleed and die, but he must not be a soft sissy!"

Trembling and covering his cheek, the chestnut-haired young man trembled as he told the whole story. Clint finally figured out the reason with the translation of the people around him.

When the weak son-in-law sent the bride from the church to the lord's castle, Elena was unwilling, but this was the price of marrying a Frenchman.

The girl bit her lip and followed the maid into the lord's room.

Unexpectedly, Andre Jarvan was in a bad mood that day. He and two male favorites took out whips and beat the poor girl desperately. Elena finally couldn't stand it, picked up a long sword and stabbed one of them, and ran away.

Then there was this long chase.

**

Ha!

Haha

Clint reached out and grabbed the axe. Now only the cold battle axe could temporarily calm his burning blood.

"My daughter was brought into the room like a prostitute, and then beaten for no reason!"

"This beast dares to call himself a 'civilized person'"

"I'm really fucking"

Clint couldn't calm his violently beating heart. He smashed the table in front of him with a punch.

Killing 20 knights alone couldn't calm his anger. Since the lord was the instigator.

He must pay for it!

"You, bring me some papyrus that you usually use to draw talismans."

The master was angry.

Although the servants didn't understand the Viking language, they could still immediately distinguish a person's angry face with twisted features. A stack of papyrus was placed in front of the old man, and he reached out and took out a knife, and cut his palm without saying a word.

With blood flowing out, he pressed his old hand on the paper and drew a terrifying bloody handprint.

"You, go to the 'Wansha Farm' in the north and call 'Wansha Ivanovich' to me."

"You, go to the 'Secord Plantation' in the east and call 'Wolf Eye' Secord to me"

"You, go to the salt field by the sea and find that bastard Sanji for me!"

"Hurry!"

"Go now! Within an hour, I want to see these beasts appear on my farm!"

Five bloody handprints were distributed to five servants. Seeing the servants riding horses and leaving the farm one after another, Clint walked into the cave again.

He took the old friend's relics from the stone table, and then grabbed the bear skin covering it.

He opened the lid of the sarcophagus with force, and saw that the firelight reflected a black iron axe with tungsten light.

That was the weapon forged by the 'obsidian' that Loki took out of the sleeping city. Wielding this weapon, Clint has killed Viking mountaineers, Slavic beast warriors, English cavalry, and even a large number of alien monsters in Asgard.

Today, this axe will be stained with the blood of French nobles!

Pull out the axe with force and put on the heavy bearskin robe. 62 All the memories of blood in his long life returned to Clint's mind at the same time.

(I still can't adapt to the life of a noble lord after all)

In this case!

Might as well kill happily!